Letter of instruction – 6.3.14

This is for you. You’ve inspired me. This is for you, for your pleasure. I wrote this so that you can explore, learn, discover … push your boundaries. This is so you can sink into the pleasures of yourself. Sink into your submitting, having your body dictated to, governed. What I ask of you is not about me, it’s about and for you. I want you to feel comfortable, at ease, to feel free in your expression. This space is ours, it’s for you and I so please don’t be concerned with anything else – the focus is just one thing … your pleasure.

This task is called ‘ice’

Tonight you must not cum. You must hold onto it for me.

Tonight, when you’re alone I want you to get a bowl of ice from the freezer and lay yourself down. Place a towel under your ass and spread your legs wide, open the pages of your legs for me. Gently pull back the skin covering your nib. Feel it become vulnerable. Feel it pulse with anticipation. Then take an ice cube and hold it above your clit. Let 3 droplets fall onto your nib – count them out aloud.
Then begin your task…

That moment (contradiction)

The moment
That instance
When I first slide inside
Is a beautiful contradiction
It’s a clash
A collision of slow eased release
And sharp sudden burst
Clattering of tingles
A soothing of ranging want

Interactive erotic poetry that you dictate

So the idea is I start a poem and you add a line (or two) below and then pass it on it tag some. The only rule is that whatever you write must relate to/follow on from the previous line. It’s just harmless fun and will be fun to see how it progresses.

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THE POEM …

“When you do that thing you do it makes me twitch and spasm. Vex joyful pleasure explodes from my mouth. I cuss yet call out the Lord’s name …”

OMG

I love how you call out his name
Repeat it
Call out to him for forgiveness
Plead for mercy
Beseech to stay in this pleasurable sin
Snarl his name
Your tone coarse
Vexed joy
Submissive worship
How you sing it
Lift your voice up on high
Praise him
How you exhale hard
Pronounce his name between gasps
Drag it out from the pit of your belly
Let it grate against your vocal cords
How it spills out your mouth
Love how it is preceded with profanity
How you say his name like a question
Call it out like a revelation
Scream it out wanting confirmation
Wanting salvation
Say it like a mantra
Mediate on it
I love how it pops out your mouth
Changes pace each time you say it
Fast and sudden
Slow and drawn out
Rises and falls in staccato octaves
Love how vowel sounds trail after it
Expressed with raw emotion
Whispered under short breaths
How you say it with strength
Moan it with full body conviction
Mumble it with weak surrender
Say it with disbelief
I love how when we sex you moan
Oh
My
God

pollination

My tongue is your pollinator
A butterfly
Delicate
Subtle
Wings of its taste buds beat fast yet silent
Coloured with want
Flutters with desire
Slides between your petals

she likes to be spanked

She likes it
Begs for it
Craves the beautiful sting
The sudden shock of impact
It makes her gasp
Ignites her
Strips her of self determination
The crack of the force
Sings to her ears

wide awake (moonlight)

The sun has long gone to sleep
Moon is wide awake
Hangs high in curtain of black velvet sky
Peaks through our window
Wonders why we are not asleep
Curious
Its unblinking gaze questions us
Our nocturnal behaviour
Candles stand tall
Halo of yellow-orange crown them
They push the darkness up towards the ceiling
Chase them into corners
We are as silent as their flames

The invitation … the instruction … the demand

I love the way you whisper your invitation
Make subtle your summons
Offer your enticement to me through clenched teeth
Coat your temptation with delicious profanities
Repeat your request like a mantra

Self evident (the greatness)

Pillows scattered on the floor
Bed sheets crumpled
Condensation on the window
Bed springs worn down
Perspiration glistens on skin
Muscles fatigued
Body tremors from exhaustion

It’s the way you …

It is the way you make me cum
Apocalyptic
Body and mind in an Armageddon battle
Cause me to freeze
Implode
Offer me salvation in this lustful sin
Make me stand of the roof of heaven and roar thunder
Shred vocal cords
Make decibel vibrations grate against them
Muscles contract
Become unyielding
Surrender to the delicate power of your lady muscle